Our lives are like fireworks

When I first read "The Ball", I thought Mr. Akutagawa was trying to write a romantic encounter, but after reading it a few times, I realized that Mr. Akutagawa's intention was "not to get drunk". But I have to admit that some parts of the book are really beautiful, so much so that when I read "I was thinking about fireworks. Our lives, too, are like fireworks." I woke up from my dream of "prom" when I read this sentence.

"Under the bright gas lamps, on either side of the wide staircase, there were three hedges of chrysanthemums, so large they looked like artificial flowers. The innermost layer was pale red, the center deep yellow, and the front snow-white, with white petals staggered like fringes. At the end of the chrysanthemum hedge, in the ballroom above the steps, the joyous sound of orchestral music, as if it were the murmur of irrepressible happiness, drifted by moment after moment." The gas lamp is a witness to Japan's westernization, and the chrysanthemum is Japan's national flower, but in Kagome Hall, the chrysanthemum looks like a fake flower, and the over-pursuit of westernization will only wear out the roots of one's own culture, and everything that is westernized erodes the hearts of the people, and slowly eats away at the roots of Japan's culture.

? This paragraph is the first paragraph of this article, I think every good, thoughtful writers will skillfully use a variety of imagery, objects to implicitly reveal their hearts. In old Japan, light red is red, for "red", which is not the same as our traditional sense of Chinese red, in China that is a symbol of celebration, lively, but generally "red" color in traditional Japanese culture is the use of the rate is extremely low, which symbolizes the danger, tension. It symbolizes danger and tension. The innermost layer is light red, implying the impatience of the people and the over-westernization of everything, while the deepest layer is permeated with the author's concern for the roots of Japanese culture. The next layer is the deep yellow in the middle, which is classified as "red" in color science, and was a low-grade color in old Japan. However, the symbolism of yellow used by Mr. Akutagawa in this paper does not refer to the low status of the prom-goer, but I think it is more about the lack of thinking. The color yellow also indicates immaturity and inexperience of young people. Most of the partygoers are young ladies and young aristocratic gentlemen, and the pursuit of such ostentatious and insubstantial things is also a sign of immaturity. Lastly, snow white, white is the main theme of the Japanese people's heart, the Japanese people are very respectful of white. "White" also symbolizes cleanliness, elegance and innocence. The author from the inside out layer by layer, put the white on the outermost layer, in fact, also really represents the ball on the Japanese royal aristocracy of a "mask", the external has a prominent family background seems to be incorruptible, in fact, the pursuit of luxury, forgetting the roots. "Red", "yellow", "white" the three flower color description of the phrase in the Akiko holding the French naval officer toward the hall when another time, I believe that if the author did not intend to, can be written through the clusters of chrysanthemums. I believe that if the author hadn't intended to, he could have written through the clusters of chrysanthemum hedges or even skipped them. What Akiko points out really makes it hard not to notice him.

"It's not just Paris, it's the ball, it's the same everywhere," the officer added, half to himself, as the beauty of Akiko's eyes in his eyes dissipated for a moment. The woman in the rose-colored gown, scented with roses, was for a moment like the princess in Watteau's painting, so beautiful and vain. Akiko's heart longed for the ball, aristocratic men in tuxedos, and famous girls dressed in the same way as her, as if this was the symbol of her aristocratic life. Waltzing and enjoying the beauty of the crowd's unanimous praise, the encounter with the exotic upright officer, the communication and reverie under the fireworks and night scenery, all fulfill the young girl's fantasy of romance. But all of this was something flashy and insubstantial in the eyes of the officers, and the nature of the ball was the same no matter where it was held; even if it was dressed up in opulent splendor, it was ultimately a place for a brief moment of pleasure and relaxation. But for the Akiko at that time, where would think so much?

"I was thinking about the fireworks. Our lives are like fireworks," the officer told Akiko, looking at her kindly. The most impressive thing about fireworks is that they are fleeting, fleeting, the most beautiful and the most dazzling only for a moment, and then after a short while they become nothing. This ball is like a beautiful firework that explodes in life. The officer was saddened by the shortness of the beautiful encounter with the beautiful girl in front of him at such a wonderful moment. After the ball, each will have to return to their respective lives, but even if there is no spark of love, the beauty of the flash in the pan is unforgettable.

? Years later Akiko became H old lady will also recall this incident, only when she knew that the naval officer is Lottie, only a face of surprise, pretending that they do not know the truth, both for their own then youthful ignorance of shame, but also do not want to erase in the mind many years ago with their own *** enjoy the fireworks of the fluttering gentleman.